Be careful, or your kid might turn into this guy when he hits his teen years. (Flickr)

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David Hochman tackles the question surely foremost on every parent’s mind: “Am I raising a douchebag?” Sure, you want your kid to be hip, and you might think it’s cute when your offspring “can tell which Ramone is Dee Dee and which one is Joey.” But beware: The signs of impending jerkishness may start small. An assessment of an 8th birthday party as “unbelievably lame,” for example, or a declaration that “these taquitos taste like turd,” he writes in Details.

“You must reckon with the real possibility that your drive to make little Johnny better, smarter, and hipper has merely turned him into a douchebag.” A glut of designer baby clothes and diaper bags, $2,000 strollers, and expensive parenting clubs has led to one of the most entitled generations in memory. The only solution? Impose limits, stop living vicariously through your child, and for goodness sake, “the next time your inner douchebag tells you to book Criss Angel for your son's fifth birthday,” just say no.